Tyson Page #5

RORY:
Damn.

- Come on, Rory.

How many times you gotta strike out

before you call it a night?

Yo, wait up.

GIRL:
Come on, girl. Let's just go.

TYSON:
Hey, yo, yo.

RORY:
Man, they're running away.

TYSON:
Yo, yo, yo!

RORY:
Damn.

- I like the one on the right, man.

- Damn, you probably scaring them.

- It's fine. Yo!

GIRL:
Come on. Over here.

TYSON:
Da... What they doing?

Come on, now.

TYSON:

They must have went in here.

- They here.

RORY:
Come on. They're not here.

TYSON:
They hiding.

PROPRIETESS:
What are you looking for?

RORY:
Come on, they're gone.

PROPRIETESS:
What do you want?

RORY:
Damn, man.

PROPRIETESS:
You can't go back there.

TYSON:
Girlies, what's up?

- Out. You go!

TYSON:

Where y'all at?

PROPRIETESS:
Hey.

- Hey, what are you doing back here?

- Get out.

- Yo, this sh*t ain't cool, man. Come on.

- Hey, get out.

TYSON:
Get off. Get off me.

PROPRIETOR:

Call police. Call police.

- Get out of here.

RORY:
Come on, nigga.

PROPRIETESS:
Hello? Give me police.

RORY:
All for some f***ing p*ssy.

PROPRIETOR:
You people the same.

PROPRIETESS:
I call the police.

F*** you, b*tch.

Call the f***ing police.

RORY:
What's wrong with you?

Come on, Mike. Let's go.

- You get the hell out of here!

- F*** you, b*tch.

One day I'll own this motherf***er.

What you wanna do, huh?

[PROPRIETESS WHIMPERING]

- Police? Two black boys attacked us.

- Come on.

- F*** you, motherf***er.

RORY:
Come on.

What the f***

is wrong with you, man?

Sh*t.

Come on. Let's go.

[SIREN APPROACHING]

He ain't nowhere.

ATLAS:
It wouldn't be so bad

if this was the first time...

...but it's like a regular pattern now.

Screws up, disappears.

Screws up, disappears.

How long's he been gone this time?

Three, four days now?

- Do we even know where he is?

- Molehills, Teddy.

Molehills, huh? Last week

he threatened a teacher at school.

Last month, he's boning

some underage classmate.

We'll just have to take him

out of school.

- Take him out of school?

- Obviously, it's a bad influence on him.

He's in the tenth grade.

He needs to go to school.

What he needs is an environment

conducive to his becoming a champion.

And what if fighting don't work out?

What if he actually has to

find a job someday?

- Are we done with this conversation?

- He needs discipline, Cus.

I think we ought to suspend

his gym privileges.

I only trained two world champions.

You gonna tell me what to do?

Any other fighter, you'd have

thrown him out so long ago...

I am not gonna suspend

my best fighter! That's stupid!

- Teddy, you got visitors.

- I'm busy.

No, I'll tell you what's stupid.

Letting this punk run wild...

...because you're too scared

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